your mighty intellect will be best served performing some other task.

Nah Dave. We gave him the task of producing the Wacko plank-walking medallions, remember, and he managed three per week. Three per bloody week. By the time he'd upped production the demand had waned (he don't do crest-of-waves, innit), and we had to cut our losses by melting 'em all down again in order to manufacture a job lot of co-Messiah statuettes (which are almost ready to wow the market, by the way - watch this space). We do have altar boy vacancies he could apply for, but only for those applicants who eschew those inconvenient underpants.